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Your choice!

Nonetheless mental health is also must.

「」

I see.

「」A muse that is just pregnant?

Ushakov without much of hesitation placed his overcoat over bet back to cover up her...panties and rear as a small huff escaped from him.

❝ Clearly. ❞

He then decided to give her a headpat once.

❝ That I can see, also you sound more tired...than back...well in that place. ❞

He spoke up as he slowly crouched down to her level, but still towering over them because him being 9'8ft tall is just the length of his hull.

Ushakov widens up the the eyes before he slowly nods, giving a silent thanks to her.

❝ That was... unexpected. ❞

❝ Morning and sure? ❞

Ushakov moved one step to the right as he gave the overcloak to her, wondering why he needed to move.

Ushakov might as well walk by and stop, gazing over before he pulls out the overcloak and slowly walked over to her to give it to her just for it to act as a blanket.

That's....a lot of wobbles.